Hué

[bi_janus]

Hué (1969)

Bi_janus

Ty, home in a box.

They told us about

the jungle, not

the concrete

of Hué City.

Your last day,

spent among ruins

like Berlin in forty-five,

among sniper’s nests,

not palms and rice.

Your sweetness lost,

no more glances

in gym class showers

or wrestling in the dark.

Flinching at shots

over your casket,

I wish, of all things,

that you could have found

your way back,

found your way

to love.

[Camy]

I'm lucky. I've never lost anyone I've known to war.

[bi_janus]

Camy,

You are indeed. I hope you never do.